Wednesday, October 31, 2001
The amyscoop.com plan for a fabulous Halloween:
Tuesday, October 30, 2001
I got asked to play a show in Grand Rapids on Thursday night. It's with this band I've never heard of, and I don't know that they've all seen me play, but they're comfortable with me just showing up and playing without practicing with them beforehand. Hey, that's cool with me. I picked up a new tambourine for it. Nothing impresses people like a new tambourine. Nothing.
I did Pilates again today, and it was a lot easier. In fact, after class I felt a few inches taller. I figure it'll only take a few years before I'm six feet tall. Oh man, by then I will totally have killer legs. Killer.
(I'm sorry -- I'm in a mood today and I feel the need to emphasize certain words. By tomorrow I'll be fully recovered. Fully.)
Monday, October 29, 2001
Someone told me that Chevrolet is coming out with a new updated El Camino, like Volkswagen did with their Beetle. This kind of interests me because for some unexplainable reason, I've always wanted one. Can you imagine? Little five-foot-two me vrooooooming down the road in my bigass muscle car? Yeah! Anyway, I can't find anything about it on their page, but this looks cool.
Sunday, October 28, 2001
Saturday, October 27, 2001
Friday, October 26, 2001
Last night I was in a mood, so I went to a local coffeehouse to get a snack and read. I don't drink coffee (makes me wobbly), so when it's cold out, I usually order hot tea. This was one of those places that doesn't have tea bags and has only loose tea for $2.50 a mug, and every different flavor has a weird name but they all kind of have the same grassy taste. I don't mind grassy, but I guess I just don't appreciate the variety. Anyway, I got a green tea called Angel Peach. I went over to the condiments bar (where they keep the honey and milk and cinnamon and things like that-- these are condiments, right?) to put some sugar in my tea, but I accidentally put that powdered creamer stuff in it. Not only do I not like milk in my tea, I don't like that weird dairy powder in anything, let alone tea, let alone grassy tea. I figured I'd try it, since I had just spent a few bucks on it, and just as I expected, it was gross. I was too embarrassed to ask for another one, since it cost so much (as far as tea goes) and I was too stupid to discern creamer powder from granulated sugar. So I put the full mug of thin fake milky grass water in the bus tray, ate my lemon bar, which was pretty good, read about 40 pages, and went home.
When I first started this site, I wanted the url to be my name with a .com at the end. Unfortunately, it was already taken by this person, who hasn't done a damn thing with it; the content has been the same for over a year. There are a lot of things I like about having a common name, but this is definitely not one of them. I guess I should have been more alert and snagged www.amylevine.com back in 1996.
Thursday, October 25, 2001
Wednesday, October 24, 2001
The Apple iPod: don't you want one? At around $400, it's kind of pricey, but what a kickass gadget! I think the name of it might be a bit off, though: iPod sounds like it should be round and I should be able to sit inside it and have it fly me around and stuff. I'm getting a very 2001 image in my head. "Open the pod bay doors, HAL." "I'm afraid I can't do that, Dave." You know what I mean.
Tuesday, October 23, 2001
Had a yoga and pilates class for the first time today. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be, and all that deep breathing made me kind of lightheaded, but I think I liked it.
Today's big issue: I found out that the health insurance for my new job doesn't cover birth control pills. I also found out that they do cover Viagra. Needless to say, I feel totally discriminated against and plan to fight this until I can get my dial of pills for four bucks a month. My mom's comment: "If the insurance company thinks they should fear terrorists, they haven't come across you yet!" Seriously, though, it would cost them a hell of a lot more if I were to get pregnant and have a baby than it would to shell out thirty bucks every month to keep me child-free and able to work. Meanwhile, if I were a 70-year-old male with Bob Dole problems, I could get my game back for four bucks. Yeah, this is fair.
Someone actually said to me today: "You know, nitrous really is a good, clean drug." It came up in a conversation about dentists, not getting high. Umm...thanks for the tip.
Monday, October 22, 2001
Sunday, October 21, 2001
The movie reminded me of a documentary on Andrew Wiles that I saw on PBS a few years ago. Wiles formulated the proof for Fermat's Last Theorem, which states that there is no solution to an a+b=c equation when all three variables are cubed. In other words, take the Pythagorean Theorem and cube the variables instead of squaring them; squared, you can find the length of the hypotenuse of a right triangle, but you can't work the equation for any numbers when the variables are cubed. No formal proof for the equation existed until Wiles cracked it -- Fermat only indicated in the margin of a book that he had a proof demonstrating that the equation never worked, but no one ever found his documentation. Wiles spent seven years of his life holed up in his attic office working the proof out. What I remember most about the documentary, though, is that he started crying when he said that he'd probably never do anything this great again. I thought it was both interesting and incredibly sad that instead of looking on his accomplishment with pride, he took it as a sign of aging, that his best and most productive years were, essentially, behind him. Anyway, Wiles is quite a celebrity in the world of professional mathematics. I don't imagine there are many math celebs, but that's just a guess.
Thursday, October 18, 2001
Wednesday, October 17, 2001
Tuesday, October 16, 2001
Just finished watching the third Godfather movie; I watched the first two over the weekend. These movies get better each time I see them. I even liked Part III this time: the scene at the end on the steps in front of the opera house, where Mary gets killed and Michael screams, practically had me in tears. Sofia Coppola, however, is way, way worse than I remembered. If you watch the movie with Francis Ford Coppola's commentary (damn I love this feature), he makes a few remarks about how she was so wonderful and so real in the role of Mary, and that the critics panned her because they sensed that he was weakening as a director, and that the quickest and easiest way to cut him down was to attack his daughter's performance. There may be some truth to this, but Frankie, she sucked. How did you not see that?
Monday, October 15, 2001
(See what happens when I have nothing to say but force myself to write something anyway?)
Saturday, October 13, 2001
What made my eyebrows raise yesterday, part two: Went out to dinner with some friends, then stopped by a different place afterwards for drinks and dessert. I wasn't much in a drinking mood, so I just ordered a dessert called Death by Chocolate. Lots of restaurants have a dessert with this name, and I've seen it in various incarnations, but it's always involved chocolate on chocolate on chocolate (and sometimes on chocolate). This place's version of it was a brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and some caramel sauce. Now, where I come from, and probably where you come from too, we call this a brownie sundae. Not only was it not enough chocolate to kill you, it wasn't even enough to make you sick.
Thursday, October 11, 2001
The silver lining: It stars Leonardo DiCaprio and Cameron Diaz, so it might not be that good of a flick. I know this isn't much of an upside, since I don't want to see our boy Marty make a bad reel, but honestly, when I first heard the title, I immediately figured it would have Robert Deniro and Joe Pesci in it. In fact, I don't understand how Sir S. made a good mafia movie without them. So, unfortunately, Gangs will probably be lame and I won't like it. Therefore, I'm not too peeved about its delay. Why rush disappointment?
Wednesday, October 10, 2001
My office had sexual harrassment training today. It was both lame and comedic. An actual quote from the trainer before she started the training video: "See if you can pick out the actress in the video who's now on "The Young and the Restless"! Umm...yeah...we work during the day. How the hell should we know? An actual quote from a former employee who heard about our little training seminar: "Good. I've always thought the program needed more sexual harrassment. Glad to hear you're finally learning how to do it properly." Oh, ha ha.
Tuesday, October 9, 2001
Jarneck 1: You know what I hate about chicks who work out a lot?
As I was leaving work today, I mentioned that I had a meeting to go to later on. Someone asked -- jokingly, I hope -- if it was an AA meeting. I said, in an equally joking manner, that it was an AAA meeting. Anyway, I've been cracking myself up with that all evening. I thought about it while I was waiting on line to get a burrito, and I just started laughing out loud, right there in the burrito place in front of the burrito makers and everyone. It's a little embarassing how easily I can amuse myself.
Monday, October 8, 2001
Sunday, October 7, 2001
It's also amazing what a little bombing brings out in oldies radio! I must have heard Turn! Turn! Turn! at least three times today, and let's just say that the rotation of American Pie isn't hurting either.
Okay, you're right. It's not just a little bombing. It's a lot of bombing. I apologize for my nasty tendency to be glib.
Saturday, October 6, 2001
From the Who's-on-First file: I recently got a pole lamp from IKEA but just got around to putting it together tonight. Assembling it seemed pretty straightforward, but just to be sure, I looked at the instruction sheet, which had a picture of what looked like the assembled lamp with the word "Not" over it. I took this to mean that the lamp should not look like this. But there wasn't a picture of what it should look like. So I took a look at the pieces, put it together in the way that made sense to me, screwed in the lightbulb, plugged it in, and it worked. Except it looked exactly like the picture under the word "Not"! After a few frustrating minutes, I realized that everything IKEA sells is named after the piece's designer, and the person who designed this lamp just happened to be named Not. It even said so right on the outer cardboard packaging. Oh. Note to the higher-ups at IKEA: Please watch a Laurel and Hardy routine one of these days.
Friday, October 5, 2001
Wednesday, October 3, 2001
Tuesday, October 2, 2001
Monday, October 1, 2001
My first "column" for a local magazine comes out this week. I kind of liked what I wrote when I was writing it, but now, upon further reflection, I'm a little embarrassed about it. Maybe I'll post it on here one of these days. We'll see what people think, and if anyone can actually tell me it's stupid to my face.
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